Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

Daniel’s palm crackled with electricity, heat surging through his veins as the power swelled to its breaking point. Just then, the sharp rattle of wheels shattered his focus as a wagon clattered into the training grounds.

*Bzz Zzap!*

A lightning bolt speared into the sky—fierce and resounding. It was none other than the First Form of Thunder.

Marco calmly shifted his gaze from Daniel to the others.

’What gives? I held it longer than ever?’ Daniel thought, confusion lingering at the edges of his focus.

”Students, stop!” Marco’s voice rang across the training grounds, firm and commanding. ”Breakfast is here.”

A moment of silence settled over the training grounds.

One by one, the shamans lowered their hands, the crackle of energy fading into nothing. Even the wind seemed to still, as every gaze slowly turned toward the wagon at the center of the field.

From within the wagon, two black robe figures stepped out first, their movements quiet and deliberate. Behind them came Belinda, draped in a brown robe layered with a cream-colored surcoat that caught softly in the morning light.

”Good morning students,” she said, in a soft tone.

The students returned her greeting warmly, their voices rising in unison.

For the second, her eyes fell on Daniel — lingering just long enough to be noticed, before sliding away as if nothing had happened.

Daniel caught it.

Belinda stepped back into the wagon and began arranging the meal with quiet care, placing fresh fruits, warm bread, and small cups of milk onto wooden plates one by one.

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’Fuck, why is she keep staring at me? Daniel thought, catching sight of Belinda standing near the wagon’s wheels, her presence far too deliberate to be coincidence.

*Nom-Nom*

As everyone was eating, the grounds filled with quiet chatter.

Then Jerald spoke up and asked Marco a question in front of everyone, making the others look up from their plates.

”Master, what is the use of the Second Form?” he asked, his tone steady and respectful.

The shamans turned their gaze toward Marco, waiting for his answer.

”Good question, Jerald,” Marco said, pausing thoughtfully before continuing. ”The second form is more like a defensive move than offensive one. It is used in... for example, if you’re being attacked by multiple projectiles, it lets you defend yourself without having to waste your thunderbolt repeatedly.”

”Or you can strike it into the ground as a trap,” Marco continued. ”Anyone who steps on it will be stunned, giving you a precious second to act. Understood?”

The shamans nodded in unison, their minds absorbing the lesson.

But when Daniel’s eyes flicked toward the wagon, he noticed Belinda watching him — sharp, focused, like an eagle tracking its prey.

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Once breakfast was finished, the shamans set their plates aside, spread out across the training grounds, and began concentrating on performing the Second Form.

At first, Daniel struggled to focus. Belinda’s frequent glances was making him uncomfortable — too often, too deliberate, each one drawing his attention despite his efforts to concentrate.

”Status,” Daniel whispered under his breath.

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Name: Belinda Blair

Age: 33

HP: 1900/1900

Mana: 500/500

Essence: 100%

Quality: Outstanding

Description: A hardworking, enthusiastic woman with a perverse bent, who has a genuine passion for aiding others no matter what.

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’Horny bitch,’ he murmured, quickly turning his face away.

Daniel drew a deep breath, centering himself, and began channeling his First Form. A sphere of crackling energy coalesced in his palms, humming with power, yet he held it in, refusing to unleash it.

Normally, a lightning bolt forms in a fraction of a second, ready to be unleashed the instant the caster wills it.

But following Marco’s instructions, he held it for over a minute. The longer he restrained it, the more violent the energy become, like a thunderstorm refusing to be contained.

*Bzz! Zzap!*

A bolt of lightning shot into the sky.

’Again, the first form,’ he muttered to himself.

*Tap*

Daniel jerked, startled, and stammered. ”L-Lady Belinda.”

While Daniel concentrated on channeling his power, Belinda approached him with calm, measured steps.

”Can I help you with your practice?” she asked softly.

Their bodies pressed so close that her full breasts, barely contained by her robe, hovered just an inch from his chest. A warm rose fragrance, laced with her natural pheromones, drifted from her skin, steadily arousing him.

’Fuck, fuck... not now, not now,’ Daniel thought, as his little brother stirred to life, tenting his pants with an unmistakable bulge.

Belinda’s eyes dropped to his visible bulge, a sly smirk curving her lips as she licked the corner of her mouth.

”Umm... sure, Lady Belinda,” Daniel murmured, shoving his hand into his left pocket to press his shaft between his thighs.

Belinda closed the distance, stepping right up beside him, her body heat radiating against his side.

”From what I know, you should only hold it for half a second,” she said, her voice warm and inviting.

’Thirty seconds? Heh... and here I was holding it for a full minute,’ Daniel thought, forcing his focus back to his palm.

Daniel waited patiently, silently counting numbers in his mind. A few seconds later, convinced he’d hit thirty, he finally unleashed it.

*Bzz! Zzap!*

A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, bright and fierce.

”It’s not working, Lady Belinda,” he said, eyes fixed ahead, avoiding her gaze.

Belinda chuckled softly. ”Of course it’s not going to... it will at least take a few days of daily practice.”

She tapped him again from behind, but this time her fingers brushed his bare neck. A sudden wave of heat flooded her body, her eyes instantly half-lidded with desire.

”Belinda, what are you doing there?” Marco called from behind.

Her fingers jerked slightly as she turned toward Marco.

”I’m just giving your student some pieces of advice,” she replied, her expression calm and neutral.

”No no... you shouldn’t do that, Let him figure it out on his own,” Marco said, his tone steady.

”Fine,” she said, walking toward the wagon with a quick, heated glance back at him.

”Master, Lady Belinda said I should hold it for at least thirty seconds. Is that true?” Daniel asked with a neutral expression.

Marco shook his head softly. ”No.”